[The Ebb-Tide by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyde Osbourne]@TWC D-Link bookThe Ebb-Tide CHAPTER 6 17/23
I should prefer it so; I should do it with no more remorse than winking.
Take care--take care, you little cad!' The animosity with which these words were uttered was so marked in itself, and so remarkable in the man who uttered them that Huish stared, and even the humiliated Davis reared up his head and gazed at his defender.
As for Herrick, the successive agitations and disappointments of the day had left him wholly reckless; he was conscious of a pleasant glow, an agreeable excitement; his head seemed empty, his eyeballs burned as he turned them, his throat was dry as a biscuit; the least dangerous man by nature, except in so far as the weak are always dangerous, at that moment he was ready to slay or to be slain with equal unconcern. Here at least was the gage thrown down, and battle offered; he who should speak next would bring the matter to an issue there and then; all knew it to be so and hung back; and for many seconds by the cabin clock, the trio sat motionless and silent. Then came an interruption, welcome as the flowers in May. 'Land ho!' sang out a voice on deck.
'Land a weatha bow!' 'Land!' cried Davis, springing to his feet.
'What's this? There ain't no land here.' And as men may run from the chamber of a murdered corpse, the three ran forth out of the house and left their quarrel behind them, undecided. The sky shaded down at the sea level to the white of opals; the sea itself, insolently, inkily blue, drew all about them the uncompromising wheel of the horizon.
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